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Some of you may know that my Dad went to his eternal Home at the end of May.celtic_cross_green

My godmother sent me the following lovely poem as a comfort, and it blessed me so I thought I would share.  Reading it from the Celtic  Christian paradigm that all of Creation is infused with and sustained by its Creator, the Lord of the Elements, I find it gives such as sense of the immediacy of God’s presence.

On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colors,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the curach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
And may the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

From Anam Cara by John O’Donohue

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